Detroit L-O - Ready For Me lyrics

Imma need you to pass me my cuban
Imma need my cutter
It's getting, it's getting
It's getting kind of heavy
I don't think, I don't think
I don't think niggas ready
It's getting, it's getting
 it's getting kind of heavy
I don't think,  I don't think
I don't think niggas ready

I require all the things
That I always desired
Planting seeds through the nation and
It's taking you higher
Imma be yo boss tonight
I'll tell you what I require
And just make sure you do yo best
And try and not to get fired
If you say you did her better
Imma make you a liar i turned her on just by


Walking in with Cuban attire
It's the motion in the ocean
Not the size of the boat
But, if you ask freaky L-O
Imma tеll you it's both every movement
Еvery stroke filled with something so real
Try to X ray my clothing
Since I never reveal
She love a brother from the west
But I ain't no Kanye
The Sapphire make her say the
Sex was the bomb bae (Bombay)
Pop open Prosecco, loosen up baby and let go
They think they ready for me
But they swear that they the best though
If it ain't RAW, it's flaw
You should know that
You done joined The RAW Life and
Baby you won't go back like a pure diamond
Girl I gotta live flawless
Bouta give her deluxe versions
Of the RAW shit
Sipping margaritas, bartender hold the rocks
I'm a fresh 90s baby like i'm
Fresh up out the box

Challenging my craft like they ready for me
Plotting on my math like they ready for me
Putting my opponents last
They ain't ready for me
Nah they ain't ready for me
Moaning out my name like she ready for me
Pulling on my shirt like she ready for me
Laid back, legs divided like she ready for me
Nah she ain't ready for me

While you in the trap caked up with yo Draco
I'm in Italy getting paid to drink Prosecco
My secretary gonna make them calls
When I say so
Getting foreign product shipped in
By the case loads the life keeps me high
Got me feeling half baked
I let her lick the spoon
After L-O makes the cake
Perrier Jouet, chowing on soufflé
Women on the 2 way, all while i'm playing 2k
Girlie say she really like me
Why is you lying
Those the type of chicks that love
To waste all a nigga time
Only thing you get up out
Of that was amatuer sex i blew her off
She prolly think I moved on to the next
Or she prolly think a nigga
Went back to my ex but hell naw
I just got more focused up on my checks
But she don't give a fuck and neither do I
New nigga wanna be in GBT, bro are you high
We was built off chemistry
This ain't no basketball team
Either wine or champagne
I ain't drinking no lean
And I don't smoke weed
Shiddd everything bout me clean
New cologne and a Cadi
I'm yo main bitches dream
You can say i'm out this
World nigga like Elroy niggas grind
Waiting on the bag like a bell boy
The Neo-soul chicks be the freakiest ones
Make her read me a poem while she make me cum
I'm the best by far, smoking Cuban cigars
Pushing old school Cadi's over exotic cars
The grind never shaky
I keep it steady for me
Step up to the plate if you
Feel you ready for me

Challenging my craft like they ready for me
Plotting on my math like they ready for me
Putting my opponents last
They ain't ready for me
Nah they ain't ready for me
Moaning out my name like she ready for me
Pulling on my shirt like she ready for me
Laid back, legs divided like she ready for me
Nah she ain't ready for me